It was so soft. Honey colored and soft. I held it in my hand and fought tears as I slowly dropped it into the kitchen trash. Four and a half years it took to grow, and my husband found it in a pile next to my daughter Ruth when he got home from work. She was holding the scissors and looking guilty.
I knew something was wrong the way he looked around the corner of the door at me as I nursed baby Rose up in her bedroom. He looked almost fearful. Seeing what I was doing, he started to close the door over, but I quickly assured him that Rose wasn't going to sleep. She'd just wanted to cuddle a bit. His first words were, "She's already in time out for it...."
I rushed down stairs, and saw her. What was left of her. All the beautiful, 12-inch-long curls gone from both sides of her head. I was so appalled. "Daddy already talked to me about it!"
Cookie Cutters was still open, but completely booked for the night. We went to Fantastic Sam's. Ruth had been crying for the last hour before we got there because she was so upset that we had to cut more and that she would no longer be able to wear a ponytail. (I thought of the first French braid I'd put in it just last Saturday and the excitement with which I'd been looking forward to doing it again, only better with practice.) Somehow the lady at Fantastic Sam's convinced us that we could leave the long back, just feather the sides and even it all up. I was less than pleased with the results. Mullet, I just keep thinking. We'll probably be going to Cookie Cutters soon to fix it.
*sob*
Accountant by day. Mother by night... and day. Over-scheduled and over-committed. But, oh, so blessed.
Karya
I'm head cook, cab driver, dog walker, bookkeeper, maid, and ... well, mom! My life is kept full by my 3 beautiful daughters, May, Ruth & Rose, and my husband, Spitz. Thankfully, I have Jesus as my Savior to lean upon for strength and patience!
A normal week is full of homework, gymnastics, ballet, laundry, church, drama, accounting and prayer. Oh, and just for giggles I work in my husband's medical practice and at my daughters' school office. In the midst, I strive to find moments to archive our life.
A normal week is full of homework, gymnastics, ballet, laundry, church, drama, accounting and prayer. Oh, and just for giggles I work in my husband's medical practice and at my daughters' school office. In the midst, I strive to find moments to archive our life.
Our family in Edinburgh Castle in Edinburgh, Scotland
Recent Reads!
The Key to Rondo by Emily Rodda
Echoes In the Dark by Robin D. Owens (finishes off the Summoning series)
The Crimson Petal and the White by Michel Faber
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
Echoes In the Dark by Robin D. Owens (finishes off the Summoning series)
The Crimson Petal and the White by Michel Faber
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
2 comments:
Oh dear! You know... I did that to my mother, too.
My grandmother constantly (and I mean just about ever day) told my mother she should cut my hair short. I was 5 or 6 maybe, and it was down to my butt, and washing it was only grief. But, mainly my grandmother found it fashionable. My father and mother had both told her to buzz off.
One day, while my mother was napping, I got the scissors, and started cutting.
My grandmother : Smug. Which is OK, because when I was 12, I got her back. She still went on about how my hair should be short. SO... when she dropped me off at the hair dresser, I had it shaved up a bit, and short on top. When my grandmother came to pick me up, I popped my head out from the dryer, and she got pale. "Oh your mother is going to be mad at me! What did you do??"
Now, having lost a good 2/3 of the thickness of my hair, I wish I had appreciated it more!
*hugs* Did she say why she did? Maybe she wanted your cute hairdo? (-:
I don't know what she was thinking. I do know that she'd asked me the day before if she could go to Cookie Cutters and get a haircut, but I'm 95% sure she just wants to watch their movies, and get the sucker and balloon. The haircut is incidental.
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